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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.