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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.