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 Greece and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Blancmange 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.