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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.