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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.