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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Cameo,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.