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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.