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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.