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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.