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 Benin 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.