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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Magma,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.