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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.