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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Interpol,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.