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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.