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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.