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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.