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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.