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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.