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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Move,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.