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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Brick,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.