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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '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 Malaria! 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.