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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.