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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.