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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.