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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Quantec,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.