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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.