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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Can,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.