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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.