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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
MDC,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.