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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.