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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.