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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.