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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.