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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Can,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
The Names,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Television,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.