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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Pole,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.