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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
JFA,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.