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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.