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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.