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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Jandek,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.