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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.