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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Model 500,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.