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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 CMW 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Q65,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.