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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Scion,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.