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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
New Order,
Organ,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.