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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.