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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Q65,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.