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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.