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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.