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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.