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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.