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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.