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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.