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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scion to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.