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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.