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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.