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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.