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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.