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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.