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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.