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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.