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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.