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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Can,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.