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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.