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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.