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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Television,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.