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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Moebius,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.