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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.