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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Rakim,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.