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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.