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 Haiti 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.