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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.