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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Pagans,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.