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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Can,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.