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 France and from Tehran.
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 Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.