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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.