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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.