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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.