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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.