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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.