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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
MDC,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.