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 Romania and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.