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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.