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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.