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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Faust,
CMW,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.