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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.