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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.