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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.