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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.