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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.