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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Skriet,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.