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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Ossler,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.