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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.