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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.