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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.