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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.