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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.