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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Television,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.