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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.