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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.