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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.