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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.