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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.