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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.