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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.