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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.