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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.