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 New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.