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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.