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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.