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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.