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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.