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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Monks,
Minutemen,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.