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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.