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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.