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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.