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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swans 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.