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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.