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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Wire,
the Human League,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.