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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Faust,
UT,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.