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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.