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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Franke,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.