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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.