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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.