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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.