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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.