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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.