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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.