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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.