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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.