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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.