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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.