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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Swans,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.