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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio 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?
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.