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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.