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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.