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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.