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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.