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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.