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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.