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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.