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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Wings 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.