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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.