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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Pole,
JFA,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.