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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Index,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.