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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.