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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Nas,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.