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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.