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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.