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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.