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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.