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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.