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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Main Source,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.