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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
X-102,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.