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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.