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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.