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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.