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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.