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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.