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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.