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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.