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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.