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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.