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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Zapp 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.