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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.