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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.