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 United States and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Zapp,
Organ,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.