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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.