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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.