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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.