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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.