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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.