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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.