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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.