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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Can to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.