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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.