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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.