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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.