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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.