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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Ituana,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.