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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Model 500,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.