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 Taiwan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.