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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.