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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.