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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.