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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.