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 India and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.