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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Can,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.