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 Suriname 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.