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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.