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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.