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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.