Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.