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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.