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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.