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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Technova,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.