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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
10cc,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.