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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.