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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.