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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.