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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.