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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.