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 Chile 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.