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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.