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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Visage,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.