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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.