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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.