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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.