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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.