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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.