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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.