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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 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 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
The Index,
Chrome,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.