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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.