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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.