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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.