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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
JFA,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.