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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.