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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.