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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.