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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.