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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.