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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.