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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.