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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.