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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.