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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.