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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.