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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.