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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
UT,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.