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 Liechtenstein 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.