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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Suicide,
UT,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.