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 United States and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.