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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.