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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.