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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.