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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.