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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.