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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.