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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.