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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Human League to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
The Standells,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
ABC,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.