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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.