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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.