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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.