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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.