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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.