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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
The Martian,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.