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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.