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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
JFA,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.