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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
ABC,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.