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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
The Names,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
The Martian,
Index,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.