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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Television,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.