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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.