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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.