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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the techno 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.