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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.