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 Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.