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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.