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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.