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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.