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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Crime,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.