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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Liliput,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.