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 India 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.