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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Television,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.