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 North and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pole to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.