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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mills. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.