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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.