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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Ituana to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.