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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.