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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.