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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.