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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.