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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.