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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Fall 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
The Names,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.