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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Index,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.