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 China and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
the Association,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.