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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.