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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
The Index,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.