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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.