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 Gambia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.