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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.