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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.