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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.