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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.