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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.