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 Poland and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.