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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
UT,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.