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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
the Normal,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.