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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.