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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.