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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Can to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.