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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.