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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.