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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.