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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.