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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.