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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.