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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.