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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Pierre Henry 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.