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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.