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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.