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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Index,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.