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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.