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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.