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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.