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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.