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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.