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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.