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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.