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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Qualms,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
New Order,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.