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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.