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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.