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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.