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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.