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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.