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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.