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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.