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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Magazine,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.