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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.