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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Pagans,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.