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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.