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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.