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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.