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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.