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 Suriname and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Faust,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.