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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.