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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.