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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Monks,
Visage,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.