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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Organ,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.