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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.