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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.