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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Soft Cell 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.