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 Finland and from Accra.
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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.