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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.