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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.