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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.