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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.