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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.