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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.