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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.