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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Can,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.