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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.