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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.