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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.