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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.