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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.