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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.