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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.