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 Guinea and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.