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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 808 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Technova,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
The Move,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.