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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.