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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.