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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.