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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.