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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.