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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.