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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.