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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Doors 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.