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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Visage,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.