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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.