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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.