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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Visage,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.