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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Scion,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.