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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.