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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.