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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Crime,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.