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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.