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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.