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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.