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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.