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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.