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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.