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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
EPMD,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.