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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.