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 China and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Excepter,
the Association,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.