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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
cv313,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.