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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.