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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Television,
DNA,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.