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 Rwanda 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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Ronan,
The Index,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.