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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.