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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.