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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
X-102,
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.