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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.