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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.