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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
X-101,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.