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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.