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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.