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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.