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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.