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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.