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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.