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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.