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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.