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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.