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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.