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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.