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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.