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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Names,
UT,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.