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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Star Department,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.