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 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
The Motions,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.