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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
New Order,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.