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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.