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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.