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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wire to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.