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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.