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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.