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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.