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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.