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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.