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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Chrome to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.