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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.