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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s 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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.