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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Offenders to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Clear Light,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.