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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
The Saints,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.