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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.