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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.