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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
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.