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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.