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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.