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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.