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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Television,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.