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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.