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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.