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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.