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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.