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 States and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.