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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Magma,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.