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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.