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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.