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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Mars,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.