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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.