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 Senegal 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.