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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.