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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.