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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.