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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.