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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.