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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Mantronix,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.