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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Franke,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.