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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Neu!,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.