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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Can,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.