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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.