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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The New Christs to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.