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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.