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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Wings,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.