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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.