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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.