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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.