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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Q65,
EPMD,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.