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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.