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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.