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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.