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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.