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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
ABC,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.