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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.