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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.