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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.