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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.