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 Armenia and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
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 Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
MDC,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.