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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Excepter to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.