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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.