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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.