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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.