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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.