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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
X-101,
Smog,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Oneida,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.