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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Main Source,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.