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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
New Order,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.