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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.