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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.