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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Echospace,
DNA,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Television,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.