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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.