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 India and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.