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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The Evens,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.