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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Organ,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.