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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
The Remains,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.