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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.