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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.