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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.