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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.