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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.