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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.