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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Magma,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.