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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Fear,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.