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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.