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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.