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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Niagra to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Martian,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.