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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.