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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.