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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.