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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.