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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.