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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Index,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.