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 Niger and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Q65,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.