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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Crime,
Brick,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.