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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.