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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
PIL,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.