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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.