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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
10cc,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.