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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.