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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.