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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
John Holt,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.