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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.