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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.