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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.