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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.