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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.