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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.