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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.