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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.