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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.