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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.