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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.