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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.