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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.